Villain: I am not good at fighting.

The three people in the late stage of foundation building had no time to react. The aftermath of the explosion blew them away.

Liu Muqing held up a spiritual power shield and took away the Sumeru Stone at the tip of the orbiter in the turbulence of the explosion.

From this moment on, its surname is Liu.

"Who the hell are you... ugh, ah!!!"

Three magic flying swords, under the cover of the fluctuations of spiritual energy, circled behind the three foundation-building monks.

They had just managed to stabilize their bodies when the sword pierced through their hearts, and they gloriously became the dead souls under the seat of White Lotus Bodhisattva.

The huge explosion alarmed everyone in Yikong City. Six beams of Jindan light took off first and approached this side rapidly.

Liu Muqing danced gracefully, like a noble girl as delicate as a flower, picking blood-red flowers of the other shore.

Three corpses with swaying sword shadows, three blood-soaked storage bags circling and dancing, with unspeakable evil and wickedness.

Listen~

The piano sounded.

Listen~

The strings moved, and the fragility of life was composed into a song. What a beautiful and moving song... a lament~

Liu Muqing was immersed in it, as if she was back in Xiangyue Tower, practicing the dance that her sister in the building taught her.

It was just to please the guests, but turned into harvesting lives.

"You are so brave, you dare to act wildly in Daoxuan Sect's territory!"

The first person to arrive was a silver-haired old man wearing a peach wood hairpin, with a crane under his feet and a hair brush dipped in ink in his hand.

While questioning Liu Muqing, he wrote with a brush in his hand, drawing a real ink dragon in the air with flying dragons and phoenixes.

The real dragon opened its bloody mouth and spewed out white fire. Liu Muqing's fingertips jumped, and seven magic flying swords formed a sword energy storm.

The slow fire swept away and blew back towards the five Jindan masters who had arrived from behind.

"Don't be impatient. A good song always progresses gradually, and the climax will come soon."

"What is she saying?"

There was a hint of irritability in Qin Huang's tone. The physical cultivators' sense of crisis was more acute than their spiritual sense.

"Did you notice anything unusual? The sound, I mean the sound!"

The silver-haired old man in the late Jindan stage also reacted, and his spiritual sense frantically sent out warnings, but he did not detect any unusual sounds.

"no!"

The other Jindan cultivators shook their heads, feeling uneasy, but they could not figure out the source.

Seeing this, the silver-haired old man put away his hair and calculated rapidly with his fingers: Tao gave birth to one, one gave birth to two, two gave birth to three, and three gave birth to all things...

"Play tricks and capture her first!"

Qin Huang's temper became more and more violent, but he was unaware of it.

Two ten-foot-long oriental sticks appeared in his hands. His body was covered with earth-yellow energy. He took a few steps back, like a prehistoric beast that had awakened.

drink!

Spiritual power gathered under his feet to form an explosive cyclone, and Qin Huang attacked Liu Muqing like an arrow.

"Wait, frequency, she is resonating the frequency of our bodies, Qin Huang, come back quickly!"

The silver-haired old man reminded anxiously, but Qin Huang had already rushed out. He quickly reminded others:

"Quickly summon the golden body, the protective light shield, and the protective magic weapon. The more the better!"

The Dharma image is condensed from pure spiritual power, which is inconsistent with the frequency of the body. The same is true for the protective light shield and protective magic weapon.

However, the frequency of the protective light shield and magic weapon is relatively simple and fixed, not as changeable as the Dharma image and physical body, so it is easier to crack.

"Hehehe... Old man, you have a lot of knowledge."

The spirit of the spiritual weapon can mobilize the opponent's emotions through the seven emotions and six desires, obscure the mental perception, and quietly resonate with the body frequency, making it invincible.

It was the first time that Liu Muqing saw a Jindan stage cultivator who was able to perceive himself.

Seeing Qin Huang approaching, Liu Muqing was neither hurried nor slow. She bent her fingers into claws and swung her twelve magic swords at him, slashing at him in a staggered manner.

There was an ear-piercing sword sound, and Qin Huang, who was running wildly, suddenly vomited blood, his expression was dazed, and then he was nailed in mid-air by the magic flying sword.

The silver-haired old man was horrified upon seeing this, this was not a method of forming a golden elixir at all, and he thought to himself that he would rather my fellow Taoist die than let me die.

He put on five layers of shields of different colors one after another, and then the ink-painted crane under his feet grew a new crane head on its butt.

Carrying the silver-haired old man upside down, he quickly left the battlefield and flew outside Yikong City in the blink of an eye.

Liu Muqing's three flying swords missed the target one after another, so he simply gave up the pursuit and retracted the flying swords. At this moment, the rest of the Jindan cultivators had already fallen.

They looked dull and had different expressions on their faces. There was no chance for them to summon Dharma images or magical protective weapons.

Even the Nascent Soul would be wary of the power of a spiritual weapon, so how could it be easily escaped?

"Hahaha...hahaha..."

Liu Muqing laughed wildly, spiritual energy filled her dantian, and her voice shook the entire Yikong City.

“Today, everyone present here is my resource on my path of cultivation. If you are sensible, leave your storage bags behind.

Otherwise, you will die, and don't blame me for not showing mercy!"

In short, it's robbery.

For a moment, the whole city was in an uproar, looking up at the central sky, and there was a demonic shadow that was so arrogant that it was outrageous.

"Witch, please stop being so arrogant. How can we, as immortal cultivators, ..."

There will always be brave men in times of crisis, but when the head of a powerful Jindan master falls to the ground, the brave man will become a hero who knows how to adapt to the times.

It’s not that they don’t dare to fight the demons to the death, but fearless sacrifice will only encourage the demons’ arrogance.

Daoxuan Sect has been active in the Northern Region for thousands of years and has never been afraid of anyone. Let's endure for the time being and wait for the reinforcements to arrive, then attack together and give the fallen dog a beating.

The one who died was another cultivator in the early Jindan stage, Qin Huang Zhengxuan, a body-refining cultivator. The low-grade magic flying sword could only pierce his skin.

Going further, Liu Muqing was worried that he would be forced to wake up because of the pain.

When a person is in extreme pain, the frequency emitted by the body will also become distorted.

There is no cultivator who can cultivate to the Jindan stage without one or two secret treasures and one or two trump cards.

The control of Yijian's Seven Divine Harps is not absolute, so there is no need to take potential risks.

As time goes by, the deeper the frequency of the weapon spirit's control over the body, the greater Liu Muqing's chances of winning.

The teleportation array was destroyed. The inner demon Mu Hongying was watching from a hundred miles away. Daoxuan Sect came to support Yikong City. Any disturbance would befall him.

Liu Muqing knew it in advance and got away with it.

Of the twenty-four magic flying swords, Liu Muqing only kept twelve by her side, and the remaining half, with Liu Muqing's spiritual sense, swept through and strangled Yikong City.

"I'll give you half an incense stick of time. Leave your storage bag behind. Those who surrender will not be killed."

Those foundation-building disciples who tried to take advantage of the situation and sneak out of the city became Liu Muqing's main targets.

The auction, the Baoqi Pavilion, and the Xiuzhen Market were all immovable properties, and Liu Muqing was not in a hurry to plunder them.

The storage bags of the three middle-stage Jindan cultivators and Qin Huang were also personally put into her pockets, but the marks of spiritual consciousness on them had not been erased in time.

Four Jindan cultivators stood still in the air, and twelve flying swords were galloping around, continuously killing the fleeing foundation-building cultivators.

Yikong City was completely dominated by fear. Finally, a cultivator could not bear it anymore and took off the storage bag around his waist.

With both hands raised high, he knelt down in humiliation and surrendered.